Everything I just said.
Is the reason why I despise the female gender.
Words of love,
Sprinkle down from above,
Just see them..
And see them.
They are invisible
You breathe them in
They pulse from within,
Brush against your face
Oh that wonderful space
That keeps disappearing
As those words keep reappearing
And kiss you
Those words of love I give to you.
All started when I closed my eyes..
Walking back from school, from hanging with the guys..
Heard a noise, it was not good
A little frightened, as I should
Turned a little, looked in the corner of my eye
Cursed with all the french I could get by
I saw a shadow, I saw another, and another..
Continue to stare in front of me,
I start to walk faster,
Hopefully they don't become a bother..
Then, to my dismay
I heard them,
Oh god, I want to be okay
My pace then turned into a slight jog..
Footsteps I kept hearing, behind my jog..
Then their voices became louder
DON'T LET HER GET AWAY
I then start to sprint, to run as fast as I can..
My backpack became a bog..
I turned a corner, all three following
I tripped, I fell..
Landed on my leg, it didn't hurt, but I screamed
The shadows were right above me now
I didn't get away..
But they just stood there, looking down at me
I was now amazed on how alive I became to be..
At this moment
I realized how important my life was to me..
The people in it, my friends
One shadow disappeared..
The third drifted away..
I am still alive
My eyes finally opened..
Laying in a hospital bed..
20 lacerations, one close to my heart
"This is such a miracle, you are still alive"
What does a person do?
In a funk.
All full of funk.
You just feel funky..
And not funky fresh..
And no I'm not from funky town.
But in a funk..like funk, my mind, apartment, winona, mn, usa
I would ask you to send me a letter,
And ask the funk to leave my head..
But I'm sure the mailman will be confused.
But I hope you all know,
What kind of funk I am in?
It's a pretty funky one.
I can't even get my head out of the funk.
My heart is backed up into a corner..
Shivering, from the cold..
And the anger..
No one understands
I don't care enough?
I'm not the same when we first met..
And accept me..
As someone who will change and continue to change..
Someone that will stand up for what's best for her..
That every time there is anger..
She seems like she is the blame..
Like nothing she does is ever good enough..
This is why there is anger..
Anger in my heart..
Anger in the air..
Heart is racing..
Will I get to see him?
"Flight is delayed for replacing a tire for an hour"..
Stuck in Chicago for another hour...
Just want to see him
Finally get on the plane..
To Philadelphia she goes..
Just a couple more hours
Missed flight to Rhode Island..
This couldn't possibly get worse
Waits for 2 hours..fidgeting..worrying..
Gets on that plane finally..
Now I'll be able to see him
Gets to Rhode Island, driven to Connecticut
Checks into hotel..
Just a few more hours and he will be out of class
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Jumps out of her skin, opens the door.
Embraces his body, as if she doesn't want to let go.
I missed this man greatly..
Kissed and embraced, then made love for what it seemed like hours.
"Get up, lets go get something to eat"
Starts freaking out, she can't seem to find her clothes where she put them
"Calm yourself, shh, here close your eyes for a minute and calm down"
The best was yet to come..
"Open your eyes, Will you marry me?"
Covers every mammal.
Protects us from the bad.
Shows us who we are.
Shows us what the world has done.
How bad our inability to use sunscreen..
Maybe from good memories or bad, to show us that they are alive
Images that says something about yourself or a drunken night
Want to show that they are different
And yet people think they must have the perfect skin, that the entire world will see your "imperfection"
Don't you want people to see your story?
Not the same.
Love at first sight?
Never is love.
How can you know?
It's who you think about day and night.
The one who understands why you do this and that.
Laughs at the jokes no one else laughs at.
Stares at you and will not blink for minutes.
You continue to have goosebumps and the butterflies in your tummy.
After years of being together.
Everyone has their own definition.
Love is the word that can give you happiness and can give you pain.
I am not who you see,
I am me
The Clumsy, dorky, sometimes bitchy
The one who will try to make you feel
When you cannot feel anymore,
The one that will stand up for you,
When you are limp, on the floor.
The person that will make sure,
Your information is correct.
Sometimes to be a pain in the tush.
The one who will cook, but only if its
For her and another, or more.
But never for herself.
The one that tries to give the best advice,
But never asks for them to listen.
Sometimes she thinks she is male,
For always wanting to be right.
But at the same time, she is female.
Whiny, crabby, always up in your face.
She is indecisive, she doesn’t know half of the time.
Her name is Chelsea.
She is pretty cool.